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“I’m not just going to leave him!” Stiles shouted, his voice breaking over the pronoun as his knees gave out on him.
He didn’t hit the floor, thank god, but that was only because Cora propped him up. He squeezed her shoulder in thanks, giving her a nod. She looked just as upset as he did, her eyes glowing gold but glassy with tears.
He didn’t totally understand it, but ever since she and Derek had moved back at the end of school, she’d gotten really close with Dad. Stiles didn’t care—Dad rocked, and he was more than happy to share around the good parent mojo.
Thankfully, it meant that he wasn’t the only one close to losing their goddamn minds with worry, considering the fact that it had been twenty-one hours since the Sheriff had been kidnapped.
“They’re humans, Stiles,” Scott said, again. It was the same thing he’d been saying for the last four, even since Parrish had sent him the ransom video the station had received.
“So am I,” he ground out, wondering if he could actually crack his teeth from grinding them too hard or if that was just something his mom used to tell him to curb the habit.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it!” Scott protested. “It wouldn’t be fair—we can’t bring the pack into something like this!”
“It’s my Dad,” he stressed, knowing he sounded desperate.
He’d known Scott his whole life, so he knew the moment he decided that it didn’t matter, that his dad was expendable in the grander scheme of things.
“You little fucking—”
Stiles was cut off by Scott’s front door slamming open. He looked over to the living room’s entryway, his heart already in his throat.
The sight of his husband calmed him enough that he was able to take a deep breath. It was only then that he realized he’d been holding it, and his lungs burned as his vision went a little blurry before he managed to get himself under control.
“Stiles, darling, we’ve found him,” Peter announced breathlessly. “We don’t have much time.”
Stiles was moving before he even knew what was going on. Peter and Derek had taken a few of the betas on a patrol around town earlier, but it hadn’t looked good. The two Hales had gone back out even after Scott had called the wolves back, and he’d been losing hope as the clock ticked on and they didn’t come any closer to finding where stupid fucking human’s had taken his dad.
Before he could get to Peter, though, Scott was grabbing his bicep tight enough that Stiles cried out as he was harshly tugged backwards.
“I said no, Stiles,” Scott told him, his eyes Alpha red and the weight of a command in his tone that had never worked on Stiles.
Before he could even say anything, Peter was there.
“Unhand my husband,” Peter slurred through a mouth of fangs, his claws pressing into Scott’s jugular.
The Alpha swallowed, causing this skin to prick against the sharpened point of Peter’s nail.
“I would do as he says, Scotty,” Stiles said, voice hard. “The only reason you’re alive is ‘cause I asked Peter to keep you that way, but my patience has worn real fucking thing.”
“Stiles, you wouldn’t!” Scott cried, but his voice wavered with uncertainty.
Good.
“Oh, he would,” Peter purred as his claws drew another bead of blood. “And you know I certainly will, don’t you?.”
Scott swallowed again, his throat bobbing before the fight drained from his face. He let go of Stiles’ arm, but he could already tell he’d carry a ring of purple bruises for the next few weeks.
Scott hadn’t ever bothered to temper his strength, at least not with Stiles.
“If my Dad’s dead,” he spat, squaring his shoulders and clenching his hands into fists to keep himself from falling apart, “you're next.”
Then, he stalked out of Scott’s house, making sure not to slam the door because as pissed as he was, he knew he didn’t want Melissa to reap the consequences. The second he was on the front step, he let his shoulders drop as sorrow, hot and heavy, filled his heart.
“I’m sorry, my love,” Peter murmured, his lips brushing against Stiles’ jaw as he crowded in close.
Stiles kissed him once, softly, and murmured, “I love you,” against his lips before pressing in for a longer, firmer kiss.
Then, with the Hales at his side, he went to get his dad back.
Humans or not, Stiles was going to make them bleed.